My dad always tells the story of Lou Casey back in his days of high school football. The guy was slightly less hairy than a gorilla, but he drug his knuckles on the ground as he ran around. Real neanderthal of sorts. The first punt of the season, Casey is running down the field at full steam, the returner motions fair catch, catches it, and as he's flipping the ball to the official, Casey clocks him. The kid is knocked completely out and sent to the hospital.

Casey makes it back to the sideline, and the coach goes, "Casey, what the hell was that? He called fair catch!?"

The only real reason I can think of is that the guy who tackled him plays on the punt until as well and was so used to having to tackle him in practice that he just had a total brain fart and switched to "punt team practice must tackle return man" mode.

The only logical explanation for this (besides overwhelming stupidity) is that the tackler had issues with the returner and knew the returner was taking this kick to the crib. The tackler then took it upon himself to tell the returner that this was Shooter's tour...and did so in hilarious fashion.